"The Sturgeon Demon!"
Upon hearing Master Yang's words, everyone wished they could immediately head to the small lake, drain it dry, and force that Sturgeon Demon out, ready to be grilled on an iron plate.
Why? Because the sturgeon held treasures untold; the benefits were immense.
Liang Qu's heart burned with desire as well.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Keeping such a high-level bounty for later was pointless.
It was best to make that Sturgeon Demon drop all its treasures as soon as possible.
Consuming that demon might even elevate him to become a true Martial Master within the first half of the year, rather than merely being addressed by the title.
Besides, with the River Patrol office arriving soon, could a little warrior of the second boundary truly command the position of River Lord ranked from eighth grade? The title would sound hollow and might not earn the respect of subordinates.
Even if his power rivaled a martial artist of the fourth boundary, outsiders wouldn't see it that way.
The misty rain over Jianghuai Lake created a veil of fog.
The black canopy boat floated on the water's surface, swaying gently with the waves.